Tuesday October 28, 2008

I’m in Washington DC so I don’t have any SF applicable stories.   As I feel compelled to create some sort of entry, I’m using this opportunity to share a poem.  This is a highly applicable piece as the Razor-Tooth Sline regularly stalks me.  It’s from A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein…  You remember growing up with his poems don’t you?

Dinner Guest

When the Razor-Tooth Sline
Comes to my house to dine,
You may find me in France or Detroit,
Or off in Khartoum or in the spare room
Of my Uncle Ed’s place in Beloit.
You may find me in Philly, Racine or Rabat,
You may reach me in Malmo or Ghor.
You may find me in Sikkim and likely as not
You will run into me at the store.
You may find me in Hamburg
Or up in St. Paul,
In Kyoto, Kenosha or Nome,
But one thing is sure, if you find me at all
You NEVER shall find me at home.

By Shel Silverstein

I looked up most of these towns… they’re in Wisconsin which boasts a wonderful Spring.  Do you think his Uncle Ed will let me stay at his place in Beloit?